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qigong

This blog post is formed as a letter addressing my friend who teaches qigong.  I thought it might have a broader appeal, talking about health, therapeutic relationship, fatness, and grief.  I don’t go into how qigong helps me feel amazing–my body feels free and loose, almost magical, humming with goodness.  Another time I will explain… Read More »

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the kind of fun where you cry a lot

“Will you be extra gentle with me and give me extra hugs today and let me need you more?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you!” I said.  I was crying on his back as he was waking up.  We were lying in bed, and I was getting his shoulder wet with tears. If… Read More »

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loquat

“Has your loquat tree fruited yet?” I asked my friend.  These friends here in Tucson, I’ve always loved their garden. “No,” she said.  “Do you want to talk to it?” “Yeah,” I said.  Usually people don’t invite me to talk to their trees.  We went over to the loquat tree, and I touched a branch. … Read More »

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Beatty

Oh hey.  It’s a wind-whistling night, here in Beatty.  I can’t believe we’re leaving here to return home, in the morning.  I feel like we just got here. We’ve eaten some good food made by me and Ming.  Took that walk yesterday toward the B of Beatty, and I danced in the sun the day… Read More »

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Mama grief attack

I was lying in bed Tuesday, crying and missing my mama.  Grief attack–suddenly things came into focus.  I needed her, and she wasn’t there. A notebook was on the bed, and I started making a list of what I lost when I lost her.  I type it here for you. stabilizing force–her love helped me… Read More »

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stop making sense

I woke up confused and ok–felt good, to be in the middle place. I felt contented and independent. Like I was right, alone. But then I reached for my phone, a connection to other humans. Read the txts that came while I was sleeping. Cackled like a crone at a friend’s joke. This morning I… Read More »